An exuberancy colored comes
momently pose in my lucky hand suddenly...
Will it be a petal, arcanum or a butterfly...
time is one saw
our part between gears momently
our face was changing in the mirrors
eventually we will be
not recognize ourselves
the curtains are closed now
our history is full of secret
we claim no
what not forget to to forget what
did ends road,we have not seen the warning signs
At blurred edges of lucidity
cognition about your existence is written
tried to rip you out of my intestines
you asked me what's wrong with the roots
nothing
except, they're retaining you in one place only
I'm depersonalizing reverie like runaway eyelashes
dawn fractured in front of my eyes
by intertwined limbs
we stretched out an imaginary trajectory towards perishing moon
I'm laughing
he couldn't comprehend why
there is no future
only left out asteroids from the past
bombarding us selectively and daily
I told him how everything is surreal
and raindrops will momently
rinse the laugh.
I told him - I am the wall
the rough one
the one that gives you a back pain
when leaning against it
he answered that the trick must be in the way you're leaning
I couldn't be your umbrella
now we are both soaked
KUBLA KHAN IN EAST LANSING
Not In East Lansing did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
But oh! that deep chasm which slanted
Down the green hill east of town
Was a savage place! Holy and enchanted
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A smould’ring sofa momently was forced;
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing pieces at once and ever
And sank in tumult to a lifeless sidewalk.
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Notes
(1) My thanks to Mr.Coleridge, whose lines are used here.
(2) My apologies for extending my sofa trilogy ( q v ) into a quadrilogy,
but once you’ve seen a burning sofa plunging earthward in East Lansing,
you are a changed man, and can never forget.
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